When he got up the next day, the snow had not stopped, Mu Ling opened the window and saw that the ground was already white, the branches were full of icicles, and the whole world had become covered in silver, and everywhere he could see, everything was crystal clear, giving people a clean and clear feeling.

Thousands of miles of snow drifting, thousands of miles of ice, for Mu Ling, who grew up in the Western Regions since childhood, is not surprising, but the snow in the south is softer, not as fierce as the Western Regions, less fierce, a little more graceful, and it is also lovely.

Mu Ling looked at the white world outside the window, and there was a trace of resentment in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, it has been two years since she left the Western Regions, and she has experienced many changes, she lost her sister Shi Jia and younger brother Wu Qi, and finally the man she loved the most also went with her.

Sometimes she would rather never leave the Western Regions, so that she can at least live with her relatives.

However, there is no way back in life, and the same is true of the rivers and lakes.

Suddenly, the wind blew the snowflakes, fluttered and fell to the ground, like the fall of life.

The window was blown by the cold wind, and Mu Ling wanted to close the window, but her right hand was injured and weak, so she could only use her left hand to cover the window with difficulty.

She suddenly thought that she was burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, but when the snow closed the mountain and she was trapped in this closed mountain villa, all kinds of feelings suddenly came to her heart. Catching a glimpse of the sword standing aside, she walked over, stretched out her left hand, took the sword in her hand, and went out.

The ground is crystal clear, and everything that comes into view is white, and there is no other color.

Mu Ling came to the snow, lifted his breath and worked hard, dancing the sword in his hand, the sword in his left hand, although it was not as strong and powerful as his right hand, but it was also more soft, Mu Ling was born smart and agile, it was a sword move in his right hand, and his left hand was also passable.

The sword in the hand falls, the person goes with the shadow, for a while, the sword moves change, dazzling, Mu Ling catches the sword with his left hand, steps on the snow back and forth, rises and jumps, like a butterfly swallow.

Suddenly, a light snort came from the air, and then a disdainful voice floated in, "Such a clumsy sword move, if you practice it for thousands of years, I'm afraid it will be nothing more than that!"

Mu Ling put away his sword and stood, looking in the direction of the voice, under the eaves, on the bench, there was a person sitting, star-eyed and sword-eyed, awe-inspiring, eyes like an eagle, staring at himself, it was the dragon roaring, separated by such a distance, extremely clear in the ears, word by word, like a sound.

Mu Ling put away his sword, walked quickly in front of Long Yinxiao, bowed respectfully, and said politely: "Senior, the swordsmanship of the younger generation is a little clumsy, how dare you compare with the senior!"

Long Yinxiao looked disdainful, and said coldly: "I see that the sword moves you show are all third-rate kung fu, extremely clumsy, just some tricks, it looks okay, but in fact, it is not vulnerable at all." ”

Hearing Long Yinxiao say this, Mu Ling's face did not have much ugly color, but instead smiled, and said in a coquettish voice: "The left hand makes the sword, it is not as good as the right hand, but the younger generation has an injury in the right hand and can't hold the sword, if the right hand makes the sword, it must not be in such a situation." ”

When the dragon roared, he laughed and said: "The quality of swordsmanship is not in the person who wields the sword, but in the swordsmanship itself, your swordsmanship is clumsy, but you say anything else, it's really ridiculous!"

"Since the seniors said that the swordsmanship of the juniors is unbearable, I also asked the seniors to give them advice, so that the juniors can see the style of first-class swordsmanship. Mu Ling said, a little annoyed, and handed the sword in her hand to Long Yinxiao.

When Long Yinxiao heard this, he felt that there was contempt in it, and he couldn't help but look red, his beard and hair were all open, he shouted, ran to her, and said sharply: "Okay, today will open your eyes and see what real swordsmanship is!"

After saying that, he took the sword in his left hand and danced in the snow.

A long sword in the hand of the dragon roaring, became light, like a silver snake, swimming into the distance, and then changed a move, like a meteor falling, the sharp sword qi, the snowflakes on the ground were raised to a certain height, sometimes like a butterfly swallow flying, sometimes like a goshawk circling, rigid and soft, both offensive and defensive, it is a rare wonderful swordsmanship.

Mu Ling stood aside and watched, amazed, and thought to himself: "Such a subtle swordsmanship is unique among the rivers and lakes, if it weren't for the dragon roaring and dancing sword today, I really thought that my right-handed swordsmanship was invincible in the world, it was really a heaven outside the world!"

The dragon roaring and dancing was in full swing, and Mu Ling was fascinated by it and wanted to memorize some tricks, but because the speed of the dragon's roar was too fast, it was overwhelming, so he had to enjoy it all......

Suddenly, there was the sound of crutches hitting the ground behind him, "da, da, da", followed by a familiar sound in the air.

"Ha, ha, ha, little old man, Hugh has to show off in front of a female doll, your sword moves are all bluffing things, and you can't move the real thing. ”

As soon as Mu Ling turned around, she saw Li Yanqiu walking towards her with a smile on crutches, and it was very difficult for her to walk, so she hurriedly stepped forward to help.

At this time, Long Yinxiao also put away his sword and stood up, with an unhappy face, and said angrily: "Old lame, you don't have to worry about my affairs, the old man's swordsmanship is invincible in the world, and it has long been verified in the rivers and lakes, so why do you need to make fun of it! ”

Li Yanqiu still didn't change his smile, and said with a laugh: "Why don't you teach this female doll a few tricks, if you win the old man's crutches, then you are amazing, how about it?"

Hearing this, Mu Ling was puzzled in his heart, and secretly wondered: "Could it be that this Li Yanqiu also knows martial arts, so why didn't he save himself when he was in danger in the woods." The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

Long Yinxiao also laughed loudly: "Ha, ha, ha, old cripple, don't provoke me." The old man won't let you be fooled, it's just wishful thinking to want me to teach this female doll swordsmanship!"

Li Yanqiu seemed to know Long Yinxiao's spleen surname, and he no longer insisted on it, still smiling, and said: "Okay, okay, if you don't teach, you won't teach, it's still early, we might as well kill two more games, how about it?"

Long Yinxiao was already good at chess, and when he heard that Li Yanqiu was going to play against him, he was very happy in his heart, and threw the sword lightly, and threw out five or six zhang, and the sword fell straight down, with two sounds, and inserted it in the snow, he didn't seem to care about the place where the sword fell, and pulled Li Yanqiu to arrange the chess cloth.

Mu Ling stood there staring at the sword on the ground, she walked into the snow, stretched out her left hand, and went to draw the sword, but found that the sword was deep in the snow and could not be easily pulled out, and it took a lot of effort to pull the sword out of the snow.

Mu Ling grabbed the sword in his left hand, stared at the place where the sword fell, and a hole was pierced on the solid ice, forming a deep hole in the shape of a sword body, and he was shocked: "What a deep internal force!"

Mu Ling relied on her memory to play some sword tricks, which was shown by the dragon roaring just now, because the dragon roared out of the sword too quickly, Mu Ling only remembered some fragments, she only knew that the swordsmanship was indeed exquisite, but she didn't understand the subtleties, so she had to put away the sword and go back to the room to rest.

In the evening, Li Yanqiu and Long Yinxiao dispersed, Mu Ling had already prepared wine and food, and the two sat opposite each other, eating each other, chattering about the day's chess moves.

Mu Ling stood aside, didn't speak, just looked at the two quietly, suddenly, Li Yanqiu stopped the dishes and chopsticks, called Mu Ling forward, and said, "Put down the dishes and chopsticks, go and get your sword!"

Mu Ling was confused, but he didn't ask much, so he turned around and went back to the house, took the long sword, and handed it to Li Yanqiu.

Li Yanqiu took the long sword, gently pushed the dragon who was sitting opposite him, and said: "Little Lao'er, today you lose my third son, according to the agreement, you have to agree to my request, I think about it, you will teach her the left-handed swordsmanship you made during the day." ”

Long Yinxiao's face was a little ugly, and he wanted to refuse, but he saw that Li Yanqiu was unrelenting, so he had to respond, but he only promised to teach three moves, and he said to Li Yanqiu: "If you lose your third son, then I will only teach three moves, and you don't want to bully me, but my sword speed is extremely fast, I only use it once, whether I can remember it or not, I don't have to blame the old man." ”

Li Yanqiu smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, old thing, you can just play it!

He turned to Mu Ling, who was standing aside, and said, "You have to see clearly, there is only this one chance." ”

Long Yinxiao drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, then put down the wine glass in his hand, took the sword in Li Yanqiu's hand, and walked straight into the snow.

I saw him holding a sword in his left hand, luck with a sword, a long sword out, the tiger roared and the dragon groaned, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, swept by snowflakes flying, the sword shadow was charming, and it was terrifying.

Mu Ling watched intently, silently noted, Long Yinxiao took three moves in the snow with his sword, then put the sword away, walked under the eaves again, stopped in front of Mu Ling, handed the sword to Mu Ling, and stared at her with contempt.

Mu Ling took the sword with a smile, walked into the snow, and used his memory to use the sword moves shown by Long Yinxiao to do it all over at all, and now it was Long Yinxiao's turn to be stunned, what he didn't expect was that there were still people in this world who could remember all the sword moves of others by looking at them once, it was really rare!

Mu Ling's performance really amazed him, and he began to look at the beautiful woman in front of him, the woman in front of him had a pure and watery gaze, and occasionally a little melancholy, giving people a feeling of being out of reach. The red little mouth pouted slightly, giving people a delicate feeling, not only beautiful, but also intelligent, she is indeed a strange woman in the rivers and lakes that should not be underestimated.

At this time, Mu Ling raised his sword and shook off the snowflakes on the blade.

She put away the sword and walked into the house, still smiling, she put the sword away, slowly walked in front of Long Yinxiao, and asked, "Senior Long, what do you think of my practice?"

In order to save his face, the dragon said with an ugly color, "It's just that it has an empty form, and I haven't yet appreciated the subtleties of it, and I still don't need the heat to reach the realm of transformation." ”

Mu Ling still smiled and said: "The teachings of the seniors are that the swordsmanship of the seniors is endless, and the juniors have not yet been able to comprehend one or two of them, and the juniors must practice diligently." ”

Long Yinxiao ignored Mu Ling anymore, and sat down at the table, holding the wine jug and holding the wine glass, drinking as if no one was around.

A pot of wine was drunk by Long Yinxiao alone, he felt dizzy, and he was about to go back to the room to rest, Mu Ling saw him stumbling while walking, and wanted to help him, but he refused, he went out, and only Mu Ling and Li Yanqiu were left in the house.

Li Yanqiu took a sip of wine, stared at Mu Ling, and blurted out: "Girl, I see that you walk steadily, your breath is stable, and your internal strength is strong, you are definitely not an ordinary woman, you must be a person in the rivers and lakes, and when you are besieged, you only use your left hand to draw the sword, and your strength is insufficient, you are used to using your right hand to make a sword, but you only use your left hand, why is this? Could it be that you want to hide your martial arts, but I see that you are kind-hearted and not a wicked person, why would you be chased and killed by enemies?"

Hearing this, the expression on Mu Ling's face suddenly became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Senior, I was originally Mu Ling, the former sect leader of the Western Regions Weiwu Sect, but only because the sects in the rivers and lakes coveted the "Xuanji Tu" given by a friend, I killed my husband, sister, and younger brother, and my right arm was stabbed with a sword, so I couldn't use the sword, so I practiced left-handed swordsmanship hard in order to take revenge. ”

After listening to Mu Ling's story, Li Yanqiu stroked his long beard, and said with a smile: "I see, grudges and vendettas are the norm in the rivers and lakes. Actually, Miss Mu doesn't have to be overly sad, you are burdened with a sea of blood and revenge, and if you want to take revenge, there is only one way now. ”

"What's the solution?" asked Mu Ling.

Li Yanqiu paused and continued: "Long Yinxiao's swordsmanship is invincible in the world, only if you learn his swordsmanship, can you walk the rivers and lakes as easily as walking on the ground, take revenge, and naturally stop talking." ”

Mu Ling naturally also knew that Long Yinxiao's swordsmanship was exquisite, and now he said that his knowledge of only three moves was enough to make many famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes defeat under the sword, but he thought that Long Yinxiao's surname was strange and not easy to approach, so he looked embarrassed and said: "The younger generation knows that Long's predecessor's swordsmanship is exquisite, but his surname is strange, and I am afraid that he is not willing to pass on the wonderful swordsmanship." ”

A smile appeared on Li Yanqiu's face, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry about this, the old man has his own way to force out his peerless swordsmanship, you just need to learn it with your heart." ”

Mu Ling nodded, but he responded to Li Yanqiu's arrangement, he was very grateful in his heart, and said softly: "Thank you senior!"

Li Yanqiu drank all the glass of wine in front of him, sighed long, there was a trace of worry hidden between his eyebrows, and then put away the cup again, crutches, and left sadly.

Mu Ling stepped forward to help Li Yanqiu, but Li Yanqiu shook her head and waved her hand to refuse, she saw all this in her eyes, she was puzzled, and it was inconvenient to ask more, so she had to clean up the messy wine and food on the table, and then went back to the room.

Back in the room, Mu Ling extinguished the lamp and lay on the bed, still thinking about the sword moves shown by the dragon's roar, she only thought about revenge in her heart, and naturally took other things lightly.

She caressed the fetus in her womb and muttered: "Child, my mother's heart is now full of hatred, and I don't know how heavy it is when I carry it on my shoulders, and my mother hopes that she can end this grievance and don't let you suffer from revenge again." ”

It was late at night, Mu Ling was thinking quietly on the bed, in a trance, he seemed to hear a voice, the voice was slender and continuous, like the voice of a child, Mu Ling put on a dress, got out of bed, pushed open the window, and looked out of the house, except for the flying snowflakes, there was no other movement, thinking that maybe it was his restless, illusory voice, so he fell asleep again, and no longer paid attention to it. (To be continued.) )